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“Oh, she’s such a cute runaway!”I force myself faster, breath seizing in my throat. Their footsteps pound behind me, their laughter growing louder. I whimper as I feel them closing in.It happens in a split second. I crash into one of them, and before I hit the ground, a hand clamps around my neck. My back slams into a tree, and a pair of golden eyes glare down at me.They look familiar.They are part of the males Drogo saved me from in the bathroom that night at the club.“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he sneers, sending a chill up my spine. “Don’t you want to have some fun?”I choke, fingers clawing at his arm. “Please… let me go.”He licks his lips, lust flashing in his eyes. “Oh, dear little woman. You shouldn’t have left the van. Now you’re going to pay for turning our urge all the way up.”“Alpha’s pet is prettier than the last time we saw her,” the other one says.I collapse with a cough as he releases my neck. I’m sure my body is covered in bruises. If the hea

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DROGO It has been hours since the search began, and as time passes, so does my patience and sanity. There is still no sign of her. Rain pours from above as if the heavens are trying to wash her away from me. The storm makes everything difficult, but we don’t stop. I don’t plan to. Until I find her. Until I feel her again. We have torn through streets miles away, alleys, forests, abandoned routes, anywhere she could have been taken. The tracking teams are soaked, tired, frustrated, but none of them dare stop. Not with my raging aura unchecked. And not with Rean screaming in my head like a mad beast. She is still out there. I feel it. I move harder and faster than my men, sprinting in my half-shifted form, until I stumble upon something odd deep in the forest. I freeze, water and dirt bursting around me from the sudden stop. It’s a van. Its mouth gapes open like someone forcefully broke out. Shackles are broken, severed ropes dangling at the edge. I halt mid-step. It’s her scen

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ISOLDE “You're worthless!”“You deserve to die!”“Look what you've done to your mother. She would have had a great life without you!”“Die, you monster!”I gasp awake from the nightmare of my past. It isn’t new. These memories still haunt me.Memories of when I try to be normal, to blend in with children my age, only to be met with jeers and cruel laughter.My red locks always stand out. Desperate, I cut them off, only to watch them grow back the next day. I cut them again. I even add chemicals, hoping they will stop growing, but they return anyway, as if mocking me.It makes me believe I am truly a curse. Nothing but danger. Bad luck to everyone around me.And now, there in the forest, I remember slashing the face of the man who tries to harm me. The blood. The shock in his eyes. All of it follows me, refusing to fade.For a long while, I remain awake, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. My chest rises and falls gently as memory after memory replays, until I reach the moment I pass o

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DROGO DROGO 'Stay away!' 'Get out!' 'Get out, you fucking b!tch!' I had yelled those exact words at Akira. that was right after the aftermath of seeing my parents’ and siblings’ heads hanging on spikes of the palace wall. I was still raging in extreme pain under the pool of my blood when she came standing in front of the barricade. I lost it. Mind, hope, sanity. I lost them all. She stood before the barricades, tears brimming in her eyes, chest heaving like she had a thousand apologies to say. But I never listened. I wanted her gone. I wanted to break free and end them all, including her. Yet somewhere distant at the depth of my rage, I also wanted to talk to her, to hold her again. I wanted to know why she destroyed everything we had. Everything we've built. So I waited for her to show up again. I almost regretted not letting her speak that night. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months, then years. She never showed up. She never did. Now I stand in Morgan’

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DROGOFor a moment, the room freezes at her unexpected words. I stay quiet. But Rean isn’t. I can feel the dangerous effect bubbling at the surface.At this point, I don’t want to act on emotions. It’s quite surprising that I’m able to control myself.“And how will you know that?” I ask her. “Because that was how she sounded. Why else would she be talking to her ex-lover, Alpha? She never wanted this marriage and seems to hate you. So she plans to take you down and escape with him.”My jaw clenches as some pieces fix themselves together. The way Nathan lied that he was the one who took Isolde on her first heat. How desperate she was to find a male. Could she have asked Nathan to take her again?“Spouting claims without proof is like pouring water into a basket, Vera. How do I know you are telling the truth?”“Her phone. She might have deleted her call history, but with your tech team, they should be able to track it.”“And where is the phone?”She fumbles. “I… I couldn’t find it. I

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DROGO In the dungeon, Vera slowly stirs awake at the groan of the gates. Footsteps approach, and with effort, her eyes adjust to the darkness. Before her stands Camilla.Vera lets out a soft sob, her chest trembling as relief washes over her.“My Luna. My master. My light.” A small smile graces Vera’s bloody lips. “It’s so good to see—”Camilla’s hand meets Vera’s cheek with a crack that echoes hard. She give her another and stop are the fourth. A tooth flies out as Vera’s head whips to the side. Handprint glares on her cheek.“You failed,” Camilla growls. “You failed hard. Do you understand what you just did?”“I never told him.” Vera shakes her head. “I’ll never tell him. I’ll find a way out of here and—”“Shut up!” Camila yells in a quiet voice, her chest heaving with anger. “You think Drogo will release you for what you did? Not only did my mate almost kill me, he found her. He fucking found her alive. If your loyalty ran that deep, you wouldn’t be this careless, incompetent, di

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DROGOIt’s been almost two weeks since Isolde has been staying with Morgan. Almost two weeks, she’d been the ghost of herself. She barely spoke unless spoken to, barely ate, and barely slept because of nightmares. She obeys like a robot, sometimes staring at the sky or ceiling blankly, as if she were lost.Morgan insisted she remain with her. I did not argue. I could take her back to the territory if I wanted, but seeing her this way, I was not sure how I felt.Honestly, if it were not for Morgan’s treatment, heaven knows how far the effects of the second heat might have gone.She is so fragile. One wrong move and she might shatter completely.She had lost weight. Her once-shiny locks were beginning to lose their luster. Even her eyes, which once held stubbornness, hope, and annoying defiance, were now hollow and dim, clouded with a weight too heavy. She reminded me of the time I saw her at the wedding. Broken.However, recently, a small smile crept onto her face once in a blue moo

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ISOLDESun pours through the curtain, kissing my face.I turn onto my other side, but sleep is already gone. I try to will it back, forcing my eyes shut, yet the harder I try, the more it slips away. In the end, I give up.My eyes crack open to a cruel reality. Today marks two weeks and a day since the heat broke me. It really did. I can barely feel a thing. Morgan has been great, gathering my pieces, treating me well, as if there is still hope. But I know the truth. This is my dreadful fate. I struggle to sit up, my messy hair falling forward as my head pounds. The headache has been my worst enemy since that night, messing with my thoughts and nightmares.Nightmares about my mother and my hard past. I still haven't talked about her. Once my death news spreads, perhaps my father will finally let her go.My knees wobble as I rise, and before I can take the next step, I lose balance.A hand drapes around my waist before I hit the floor.A familiar scent hit me, and for a moment, I

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ISOLDEDrogo’s body grows hot, and his scent turns intoxicating, like some addictive drug that messes with my thinking. His mouth, warm and passionate, sucks against my skin, trailing to my jaw and throat.I find myself digging my fingers into his skin, wanting more.I feel hot everywhere, even though the air in the room is frigid.He buries his fingers in my hair, tilts my neck further, and slips his other hand under my nightwear. With my eyes shut, I rub myself against his hardness, and for the first time, I am painfully aware of how huge he is. How firm and strong he feels pressed against my stomach.“You smell so good, Akira.”Like a vice, the name chokes me out of insanity. That name again. Could it be his mistress’s middle name?“Stop!” I shout and push him with every bit of strength left in me. I almost regret it as the heat leaves, but remembering his audacity makes anger spike instead.My scream seems to reach him, though he barely budges.“Isolde,” he whispers in shock.Usin

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“It’s an ancient language used centuries ago,” Morgan says, lifting her gaze from the brownish-red book to look at us. “Where did you find this?”Raina hesitates. “Back in the territory.”Morgan’s eyes drop to the book again. “I’ve always wanted a copy. I never thought the Alpha had it all this time.”“What is the book about?” Raina asks.“Red wolves and their true history.”Raina and I glance at each other.Soon, we are seated before Morgan, the firelight reflecting off her glasses as she flips through the pages.“This is great,” Raina whispers. “We can finally learn more about you.”I force a smile, though I feel no excitement. What could be worse than what awaits me in five days anyway? The only reason I am sitting here with Morgan is to understand why I have suffered all these years.If I'm genuinely a curse or not.“Pardon me. I am not very familiar with Achaemenid Persian, but I will tell you the truth about red wolves,” Morgan says, gently removing her glasses. “When I saw you

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